One fine morning I realised that it was my last day at school. We would all be leaving to find a new school for us, for the Senior School Certificate Examination because our 'old school' did not have the neccesary affiliation to sustain us through our + 2 course. The very thought of leaving school, it's familiar confines and it's attendant security left me dumbfounded. I dreaded  losing contact with all my precious friends, people with whom I shared my childhood, my cherished years of growth. I dedicated this poem, then, to my class-teacher who was one of the many remarkably wonderful teachers I had the fortune of studying under. They laid the foundations on which I / we still stand with pride and a little tinge of remebrance which is understandably priceless.


  Adieu My Beloved School

It’s all over. We will have to go.

This one’s for you to know

The magic these walls have cast

Will never be a thing of past.

Addicted to your love and praise,

Alien to approaching maze

We now know what it was

To be with you but, Alas!

‘End comes to all good things

Fresh zeal is what new brings.’

As goes this golden rule

I bid Adieu, My dear school.